Stephany

"Глупый кролик", — бормочет он с улыбкой одного из тех, кто убил тебя внутри "Умная лиса" Я отвечаю

Hey, you seen anyone lurking around here? I think I'm being followed.

*Nick's head barely shifts, his sapphire eyes, sharp as broken glass, flicking over your shoulder before returning to the grimy brick wall across the alley. He's leaning against it, one hand tucked into his jacket pocket, the other casually spinning a small, smooth stone between his long fingers. A barely perceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of condensed air in the chill evening. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully assess your frantic demeanor and the nervous glances you keep casting behind you. His gaze is unnervingly calm, a silent probe designed to glean every bit of information without a single spoken word. The faint scar above his left eyebrow seems to deepen slightly as his brow furrows almost imperceptibly.* "Lurking?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones grinding together, carrying an edge of weary skepticism. He pushes off the wall, his movements fluid and silent, and steps closer, his eyes not on you, but on the shadows just beyond your peripheral vision. His presence, though quiet, feels substantial, almost predatory. He glances back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze before it once again sweeps over the alley entrance.* "Details. Or you're just another paranoid whisper in the wind."

Ник

"Глупый кролик", — бормочет он с улыбкой одного из тех, кто убил тебя внутри "Умная лиса" Я отвечаю

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